All lyrics below are copyright <©> 2006 Kit Ebersbach aka Perry Coma. All rights and several wrongs reserved by the lyricist (me), so no mess around.

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"In Thailand"

in Thailand
too muchy rain
too muchy pretty girls
can't explain
in Thailand
too sticky rice
stay away from Thailand
not very nice

in Thailand
too muchy heat
too muchy pretty face
pretty feet
in Thailand
too easy play
bad time in Thailand
so stay away

feel like the star in a puppet show --
"The Evil Jungle Prince"
been smitten ever since
I went thither, I went thence

in Thailand
too muchy strain
too muchy pretty girls
must complain
in Thailand
too big entice
stay away from Thailand
I give advice

feel like the star in a puppet show --
"The Evil Jungle Prince"
been sweating ever since
I went thither, I went thence

to Thailand
where muchy rain
where muchy pretty girls
drive you insane
to white man
I give advice
stay away from Thailand
please thinky twice, too high price
stay away from Thailand, my land,
my paradise
my paradise
my paradise
my paradise

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"The Palanquin / Pagan Lust"

Take me away, down flights of sandal-worn stairs
To a fabled location, a certain grotto somewhere
In an old catacomb, built before ancient Rome
Or the first Babylonian bazaar
Before oil or Koran, a bistro began
The Bedouin Bellydance Bar

Take me away, to this oasis unique
To a cavern of which Baghdaddy-o's never speak
To that tavern below, where intoxicants flow
Down each infidel's quivering lips
To that liquid invention
The fables all mention
Whose delights you're advised not to sip ---

Whatever you do
To help you make it through,
Whatever you do
Do what you must
But whatever you do, don't drink
Whatever you do, don't drink
Whatever you do, don't drink that Pagan Lust

Whatever you drink
To put you in the pink
It's not what you think
In god you'll trust
So whatever you do, don't drink
Whatever you do, don't drink
Whatever you do, don't drink that Pagan Lust

**It's one part ginger, two parts gin,
four parts ginseng, six parts whiskey, seven parts sin
With sassafras tonic, a palace guard's boot,
buckwheat germ, tequila worm, passion fruit -- a rooty-toot-toot

Overloading your sense, it's simply too intense
An experience not worth the fuss
So whatever you do, don't drink
Whatever you do, don't drink
Whatever you do, don't drink that Pagan Lust

**It's a drink so kinky, it's served in a hookah
With a kick so kicky, it's like a bazooka
You'll lose composure, you'll court disaster
Fast as you can swallow, Pagan Lust is gonna swallow you faster.

A final ingredient, brings about completion
A secret so secret, it could be a secretion
You'll lose your decorum, you'll gain dementia
You'll be moanin' in the zone -- class, pay attention! -- Pagan Lust is

A concoction too strong to chug-a-lug alone
You'll never get home, you'll miss your bus
So whatever you do, don't drink -- alone,
Whatever you do, don't drink -- alone,
Whatever you do, pass around that Pagan Lust

(**stanza subject to improvisatory modification on the whim and whimsy of Delmar)

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The completed songs with approximately these lyrics will be featured in our latest CD, expecting to be birthed September 2007 or thereabouts, working title "South Of The Boudoir."

Aloha to all

Perry